Tantriqu
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The Eagle and the Giant; or We Will Not Be Sh*t: a sonnet prosody entre deux langues et lingues: Why flies the shitting eagle forth? Protected feathers flutter, fanned O'er vasty, wintry Canuckland, Its quiet neighbour to its north. The sleeping giant now awakes, Dons scarlet tunic, serge, Sam Browne, Jodphurs, boots, but not a gun. Politely collars bird, and shakes: "Monsieur Eagle, notre bon voisin, We've British manners et French Law, Visitez, and we'll shake your claw, Mais ne shittez pas sur notre land. Now fly back home to bread and games Where football downs are fours, not threes, We'll keep our water, oil and trees, Our 'U's in honour, sense and name. We'll keep our peace, healthcare and beavers. You keep your horseplay, guns, our Biebers." abba cddc beeb fggf hh, mofo's, although the lust/love inspired ones are better, I promise. And Peon, [rubs hands gleefully], I'll be seeing YOU the next time I prance over the pond!
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"Then I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down... and kissed him. And the world cracked open." - Agnes de Mille
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